Olivia POV, just after the sparring session

I can't stop thinking about those swords. I left the ring after sparring with Clint, and I did better than I was expecting to. While I'm definitely sore, feeling the clash of steel felt…right. I leave the training room locker room, headed out into the crowded hallway. I get some unusually cold stares from some of the agents, but I dismiss them, assuming they're due to the fight I heard about on the news a while ago. I didn't catch much, but from what I heard, a rogue mutant group was causing chaos and taking normal people hostage to forward their anti-human agenda. I shrug off the thought as I reach my room, swiping my key card across the pad to unlock my door. Samba immediately ambushes me, attaching herself to my leg and climbing up. "Hey, sweet pea!" I exclaim, scooping her up gently and settling her onto my shoulder, where she nestles into my neck. "Did you miss me?" I walk over to my bed, settling down and letting my wings stretch. I glance over at my window and frown. The curtains are blowing in a light breeze, which isn't unusual in itself, but…I could have sworn I closed that before I left. I stand, picking up a heavy book from my nightstand, and creep over to the window. Samba lets out a loud hiss as I get closer to it, hackles raising. I freeze, noticing for the first time the broken latch and muddy boot print on my windowsill, and back towards the door. Someone has been in here, and I don't plan on sticking around to find out if they stayed. Still scanning the room, I click my door open and back out of it, then turn and close it quickly. The hallway is empty, which again isn't unusual for here, but the lack of people only heightens the sense of wrongness in the building. Reaching up, I gently detangle Samba from my shoulder, securing her into the hip pocket of my cargo pants. She pokes her head out, looking up at me with her big green eyes. I put a finger to my lips, and she ducks back down into my pocket, effectively hidden from sight. I retrace my steps to the training room, picking up the swords I wielded earlier, and sheathing them at my back. It feels natural, even comforting, to have their slight weight resting between my wings as I exit the training room again, this time on the lookout for any of the Avengers. I head to Clint's room first, but his keypad still displays the message of his absence. He must have gone to do something else after training. I'm about to head back towards the elevators when I get a cold chill, one significant enough to make me shudder. I turn to survey the hallway, which is empty. I back away, truly on edge, and make a beeline for the stairs, no longer trusting the elevator. The stairwell is narrow, but I know it widens enough at the bottom to accommodate my wings, so I just hop a railing and dive towards the ground floor. I flare my wings once I have space, drifting down to the floor. The feeling of uneasiness hasn't dissipated in the slightest, and Samba has begun to look around, ears pricked up and eyes narrowed. I slip through the doorway, breathing a sigh of relief when I see the bustling ground floor, nothing seeming amiss. I head towards the front desk, recognizing the agent working it, and slip around the back. Amir, a handsome, tall, serious agent, turns at the sound of me moving through the small barrier, and smiles slightly. "Well, if it isn't our newest troublemaker. What brings you down here?" His voice is warm, one of the warmest welcomes I've had since I got here, and the feeling of unease lessens slightly. I crack a relieved grin, still scanning the lobby.

"Something's…off," I say, frowning slightly, "I think someone may have infiltrated the building."

Amir frowns, eyes turning concerned.

"What makes you say that? You know for a fact that this building has some of the highest security in the state, possibly the world."

I glance at him, sighing slightly. "My window was opened from the outside. Lock broken, boot print on the windowsill. Maybe I'm just jumpy, but…" I shrug uncomfortably "Something feels…wrong."

Amir opens his mouth to say something, but his walkie-talkie crackles, and another agent sprints up to the desk, motioning him forward. Amir shoots me a concerned look, but leans forward to listen to the agent. I can't make out what the agent is saying, but he looks flustered and worried, and Amir's face instantly changes to something almost like fear at the news. He turns to me, smile gone.

"You were right. The militant mutant group, MAHL, has infiltrated the building. We're under attack."

The words have barely left his mouth, when a green man in a trench coat bursts through the doors and throws something the size of a small potato into the room. Agents dive for cover, and Amir yanks me under the desk as a massive explosion sends shards of glass and furniture flying. I'm the first one up, lightning crackling at my fingertips as the mutant crouches, a snakelike tongue curling out of his mouth around unnaturally sharpened teeth. He hasn't noticed me yet, and stalks towards two agents still recovering from the force of the blast. I move around the desk, staying silent, but shock the mutant with a lightning bolt when he charges the agents. As the smoke starts to clear, I can see other figures emerging through the holes where the windows used to be. Though hazy, I can pick out the twisted forms of some of the figures, marking them to be other mutants. Large wings swirl smoke away from their owners, energy crackles at fingertips, and monstrous forms roll shoulders and crack knuckles. I'm half-frozen in fear and awe, but manage to shake myself out of it, herding agents into the stairwells and urging them to the next floor. One of the agents, snapping out of the haze of terror, helps me haul a couch in front of the door, temporarily barricading it. Alarms blare through the building, red lights flashing in the enclosed space of the stairs as agents call out to each other with information and confirmations. I make it to the second floor, pushing through the crowd of panicked and mobilizing agents at the sight of Captain America. I manage to work my way through to him as he debriefs a group of agents, and he turns.

"Thank God. I thought they had you as well." He looks oddly relieved, and less wary than usual around me. I lean against the wall slightly, breathing hard. Then it hits me.

"Who else do they have?"

Cap's lips thin, face drawn.

"Clint's been missing since shortly after your sparring session. His room's a mess, and his window was open…we can only assume he's been captured."

My heart drops, but events aren't adding up. "If they came here to kidnap Clint ... .Why attack? Why risk their numbers when they could ransom his freedom?"

Cap sighs, rubbing a hand down his face. "We wanted to wait to tell you until we could fully explain the true scope of the problem… .They're after you, Olivia. You're their target."

I blink, the world spinning. "ME? But-why?" My mind races, reviewing every contact I've had with other mutants, any that I've seen multiple times. Nothing clicks, nothing makes sense…until I remember the undercover 'vigilante'. I've seen him more than I originally thought…always with more than one other mutant, stranger than you might think. I'm acutely aware of Cap still watching me, waiting to see my response. I manage to compose myself slightly, taking a deep breath.

"If they're after me, then we need to evacuate. I can get in the air and distract them for a while, maybe let them think I'm willing to bargain. We need to get a team searching for Clint and their hideout as quickly as possible. Oh, and while I'm thinking about it, I need a tracker. If this goes sideways, you guys are going to need all the help you can get."

Cap nods, a small smile appearing on his face. "We were thinking the same thing." He hands me a small chip, with a sticky back.

"Attach this somewhere where it's not visible. We'll find you." I nod, lifting the hem of my shirt to stick the tracking device to my abdomen. Samba starts to clamber up onto my shoulder, but I gently lift her off. "Cap…I need you to look after her. I don't want her in harm's way."

Cap nods, gently settling her in his arms. "I'll make sure she stays out of trouble for you."

I nod, petting her head one last time before turning back to the stairs.

"I'm headed for the roof. I'll make a scene, don't worry."

Cap puts a hand on my shoulder, pausing me.

"Be safe."

I can't make that promise right now and he knows it. But…he cares.

"You know I will."

A second explosion rocks the building and I sprint up the stairs, making a beeline for the roof.